Song Lyric of the Day:
Vacation / All I ever wanted / Vacation / Had to get away / Vacation / Meant to be spent alone
Go-Go’s / “Vacation“
It’s finally time for mio vacanza, and not a second too soon. My brain is on overload and needs a break.
Caren and I will be leaving work no later than noon to hit the road to Atlanta. We’ll be staying in the Buckhead area, which looks pretty nice based on what I’ve seen online. It’ll be nice to finally explore the city a bit, since the only other times I’ve been there have been to go either to Six Flags (which is closed this weekend — wankers) or to IKEA. Come Saturday, we’ll head to Chattanooga. I’ve explored Chattanooga more than I have Atlanta, but we’ll be hitting some new areas this time around, so I’m looking forward to that.
Last night I went through my pre-travel ritual of freaking out over how much clothes to pack (extra underwear — always); whether to bring my MacBook or not (decided on not); packing all the camera accessories (including extra batteries); making sure bills are paid up; quadruple-checking that I didn’t forget anything; etc. At least I restrained myself — mostly, anyway — from lecturing Rich on how to keep the kids alive (if Buster stares at you in the kitchen in the morning, he wants treats; remember that Caleb poops after he eats his breakfast). Yes, I’m one of those people.
I also synced (see, honey, I used the right word!) my iPod to make sure every bit of music I have in my iTunes library will be accompanying me on the road. Caren is also bringing her iPod, so between the two of those and our car audio adapter, we’re all set for music. As it is, the other day she essentially called me a music Anglophile since five out of the six discs in my CD changer are by Brits or British in nature. I’ve got the Layer Cake soundtrack (yes, again), Amy Winehouse, Lily Allen, Paul Oakenfold, and The Fratellis in heavy rotation at the moment. And I just discovered a cool site I can use to discover more Anglophile bands. What can I say? I’m enjoying the music they’re putting out these days more so than my stateside counterparts. Although they are accompanied by California’s Linkin Park at the moment, a disc that is likely to be replaced by either Franz Ferdinand (Scottish) or Snow Patrol (Irish) at the drop of a hat.
Song Lyric of the Day:
The days….have come / Now we…are one / Just take…your time / And then…you’re fine
Common / “The People“
I’m finally going on a mini-vacation this week. A much-needed vacation; I’m starting to feel really burned out. And while this vacation is not to the Toronto International Film Festival like I’d hoped to go, it’s a vacation nonetheless, and with a good friend at that. Caren and I are heading to Atlanta to (1) see Mandy Moore in concert, (2) do some damage at IKEA, and (3) blow through Chattanooga on the way home, including seeing Rock City. And, if I can talk her into it and we can find the time, Six Flags Over Georgia. So that’ll be a nice, much-needed break.
As it is, last weekend I went to an amusement park for the first time in almost four years. My sister, Vanessa, wanted to celebrate her birthday by going to Dollywood, so go to Dollywood we did. Tamara and my favorite brother-in-law, Ken, went with us. While Tamara weenied out on a couple of roller coasters, Ken, Vanessa, and I enjoyed getting our asses kicked by the Tennessee Tornado and Mystery Mine. I will go on record as saying that the Mystery Mine is unlike any roller coaster I’ve ever been on. It kicked my ass up and down, and I enjoyed every second of it — both times I rode it.
I’m now on day 19 of the 33 Days of Pattie. I have yet to do anything really memorable, but I’ve been focusing on doing things for me, which has been the whole point. Things have ranged from not having any soda one day (I was caffeine- and sugar-overloaded) to driving somewhere for a solo lunch so I can read my book in peace to playing BioShock for hours on end to singing along OUT LOUD to my iTunes library one night. Of course, Rich wasn’t home, which is why I sang out loud. At least this time Caleb didn’t howl. I also decided to cut a certain someone out of my life (as much as circumstances allow), someone with whom I’d never be friends with had I not met this person when and where I did. I’ll be civil, but I’m not going out of my way to be around this person. Why? Because I decided long, long ago that life is far too short to waste on people I don’t genuinely like, who don’t contribute anything positive to my life. So out they go. And you know what? I feel better already.